Mr. Weevil

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The story is a about a child that travles though time

Submitted: January 01, 2012

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Submitted: January 01, 2012



As I walked through the creepy dark woods, something caught my attention I could see a little cottage not far from where I was standing. I started running towards the little cottage it seemed to me like I was going back in time. In fact I was not moving at all. I stopped when I heard a noise behind me.

“Hello son where are you going at this time of day?” the elderly man asked. 

“I don’t really know, I just ended up in this strange forest” I replied.

“How?” asked the elderly man.

“Well I was in my bedroom, when suddenly I was sulked into my” I wardrobe replied.

“Ok hard to believe but ok” the old man said.

“What’s the time, because I don’t want to be home late for Christmas?” I asked.

“Christmas, its 9:15 pm 5 January 1950”they both replied.

“What!” it can’t be, I was sucked into my wardrobe at 7:00 24 December 2010.” I said

The elderly couples took me to their little dark, tiny and rusty cottage and gave me a little drink .They then told me that I had to find my own way home. They gave me some food which i didn’t really like for my journey. I walked for a very long time but it seemed like the forest would never end.

I stopped when I saw a shop, but this was no ordinary shop. It looked pretty scary but I was still willing to go to the small shop that read don’t enter Mr. Weevils Bric-A –brac shop.

 I opened the old door that creaked open and I took my first steps in. It was very cold, old and very dark but luckily I had a torch that I got from my bedroom before I aborted back in time.

As I was waddling around the old shop I noticed something a sign reading

Don’t touch any thing.

I walked into a different room were their was allot of shiny things. But I didn’t wantto be in the shop I wanted to be home. I looked at something that caught my attention, a crown. I about to put on the shiny gold crown, when an old man to me to put it down.

“Am Mr. Weevil the shop keeper”. He said

“Why ait I allowed to touch the crown?” I asked.

He told me that the crown takes you back in time.

Well that’s good news for me I told him because I need it so I can reach home for Christmas.

I told him more about my strange adventure and how I got to the 1950.

“Please” I asked him.

“No only if you promise to release me”. He replied 

“Release you, what are you talking about?” I asked 

“You see am a Ginny” he said.

“Ok”, I said

“I wish to return home before Christmas and free the you”! I said and every thing went back to normal.


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